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andsuddenlydynamite ([personal profile] andsuddenlydynamite) wrote2010-07-28 10:55 pm
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When Hayato found himself back in his world, alone, he naturally had written off what happened at the manor as a dream... but at the same time... he couldn’t help but feel the pangs of heartbreak. He felt stupid for falling for something that had to have been a dream.... but the idea of having someone that loved him for just being him... it... it was too good to be true... but didn’t matter now. He had to push his feelings aside. His future self had failed the Tenth, now he was in the future with his boss to try to prevent this from happening. But it wasn’t easy, the Vongola were being hunted for their Vongola rings by the Millefiore family. While he didn't want to admit it... he was scared. He had already failed the Tenth once, he was in this strange foreign world where there was a price on his head, and to top it all off he had lost the boy who loved him.... naturally his mood had taken a SPECIAL turn south. He had already lashed out on Yamamoto a few times. Now him and the baseball idiot were screwed into an all knew lifetime because he lost his temper. One of the Millefiore generals had engaged them in a fight, Yamamoto was down, and now Hayato was being toyed with by Gamma. The man had him pinned on the ground, stepping on his hand until their was a sickening crack. Hayato screamed in agony but refused to say a word... he would gladly die for his boss’s sake. This was all his fault to begin with. If he hadn’t acted out... if his future self hadn’t failed his boss....
deeplymeaningless: ([♥] Why. Do. I. Have. This?)

[personal profile] deeplymeaningless 2012-05-14 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Ryuutaro didn't actually want to, but he couldn't help acting according to Hayato's previous allowance. Not moving his hips at least a bit turned out to be an impossible thing. This was way too weird to be so way too pleasurable, but it didn't seem like anything would listen to this kind of logic.
He moaned, his breath going in quick gasps and his fingers dug into the couch tightly...
"...hah...hayato..."
He wouldn't have expected something like this to feel so good, but sadly enough he needed it to come to a stop soon. Because there was no way he would actually let something like... finishing.. now happen. That was just too strange to someone as him.
"A-ah. S-stop..."
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[personal profile] deeplymeaningless 2012-05-19 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
If it had been possible, Ryuutaro's blush would've deepened even further, but the limit of how much blood can rush to a face seemed to be already reached.
"Y-you certainly know how to ... make such a thing enjoyable... I'll give you... that"
He preferred to ignore Hayato's last comment entirely... it was a case of 'slightly erotic, but waaaay to straight forward' like so many things his boyfriend said in bed - or wherever else.
It was kind of a hard decision to move his hips forward or backwards now, but Ryuutaro decided for the latter. His breath still came and quick breaths and he was just so extremely turned on right now.
His thin pale arms pulled Hayato close, not willing to miss any of the other's body heat.
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[personal profile] deeplymeaningless 2012-05-19 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ryuutaro smiled a bit.
"...t-then do..."
Because he was certainly not stopping him. Actually there was even some accusation in his voice, referring to the fact that they were still so far apart - in which far was not defined by logical standards.
Ryuutaro didn't know how exactly Hayato made him feel this way, but he was loving every moment of it.
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[personal profile] deeplymeaningless 2012-06-13 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ryuutaro's hands made their way to Hayato's shoulders and he held on to them tightly as he let out a moan. He pressed his eyes tightly shut as he enjoyed the sensations of their love-making.
"...mmhmmm"
His toes dug into the sofa as he moved back against Hayato as much as his rather compromising, but still nice, position allowed him to.
He let out a lot of noises as they went, at this rate he wasn't bothering to try and cover them up anymore. What did it matter? Hayato knew him inside out either way.
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[personal profile] deeplymeaningless 2013-03-18 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Ryuutaro, despite certainly not being as fragile as he appeared to be, found it almost confusing how the roughness that he usually would reject could suddenly become quite appealing in such a situation.
The more often they were together like this, the more Ryuutaro felt himself opening up for the experience. His fingers almost clawed into Hayato's shoulderblades as he was so completely taken in nearly all senses of the word.

His usually so cool body was now practically bleeding head as he tried to get them closer, even closer. He could feel climax approaching with steady speed. This would be over soon and while for one he wanted it to reach that point, he also didn't want it to end and force them to return to the world of rationality.

Feeling each other without thinking, so completely connected was the state of pure bliss.
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[personal profile] rompicazzo 2013-04-15 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite being able to keep himself more grounded, Hayato could feel himself just getting lost in the sensations as well. He had this beautiful body clinging to him, wrapping around him, and he had this body all to himself. Nobody else could touch Ryuutaro, they were meant for each other just like this.

Hayato had to slow down for a moment, he had to pace himself. He didn’t want to get burnt out early. So his slamming turned into a sensual grind, pressing his body against Ryuutaro’s to give him the chance to just feel the form beneath him. He let out a drawn-out, pleased groan, reveling in the friction between their bodies. It was just so satisfying to be able to be able to sate his lust for Ryutaro, especially after their situation had kept them from being this intimate.

Hayato moved his hand from Ryuutaro’s rear, so that he could run it up and down his thigh, caressing and gripping it. With his other hand, he brought it up to enmesh with his boyfriend’s hair, his grip tight to keep his head still for a moment, while he ran his tongue over his neck. Every curve of Ryuutaro’s body committed to memory through every touch.